Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bhutan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
Can,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
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You don't know what you really want.
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